CHAPTER 783: CHAPTER 410

The top floor of the Noah Building no longer has a complete form.

The piercing gunshots and alarms have long become hoarse, replaced by even more violent roars.

The air is filled with the acrid smell of concrete dust, burnt wires, and a mix of flesh and blood.

Two blurry shadows shuttle and collide rapidly amidst the collapsing building structure.

Bang!

One of the shadows is slammed hard into a load-bearing wall on the side.

The steel-reinforced concrete wall bursts open upon impact into a human-shaped hole.

But the shadow doesn’t pause, pushing off with a toe on the twisted rebar and once again becomes a howling gust charging forth.

Boom!

Another shadow wearing a white mask follows closely, sweeping with a whip kick, slicing the remaining wall in half.

Countless cement fragments, along with broken cables and ventilation ducts, rain down like a storm.

Sonic booms, flames, air waves continuously explode in this devastated ruin.

To an onlooker, this is not a human fight at all.

It is two incomprehensible natural disasters tearing and crashing into each other!

Every exchange between them causes the top floor’s structure of this skyscraper to let out a painful groan.

Broken fire pipes randomly spray mist.

Quickly evaporated by the scorching airwaves, adding a touch of haziness to this chaotic battlefield.

The bulkier of the shadows fights in a brutally direct way.

Completely ignoring the whistling cement particles and office cabinet debris slamming into it.

Letting them collide with dull thuds, unable to shake it in the slightest.

Sometimes even punching or elbowing flying steel plates and concrete chunks into a splatter of fragments.

The entire figure resembles a human-shaped rampaging T-Rex.

Meanwhile, the other shadow wearing a tactical mask displays more flexibility and variability.

An invisible medium seems to envelop his body, cleverly deflecting most of the frontal impacts.

While engaging in the breathtaking melee, he skillfully manipulates telekinesis.

With just a glance and a wave, he weaponizes everything movable around him.

Shattered glass, twisted steel beams, rows of office chairs...

All transformed into deadly missiles bombarding the opponent from all directions.

The aftershock of this battle is devastating to others.

Shrapnel and metal fragments fly like shrapnel grenades, shooting everywhere.

Powerful shockwaves sweep through, making everyone lose their footing.

In the darkness and chaos, screams abound, and no one dares to check on their companions.

Just finding shelter and surviving in the airwaves consumed all their energy.

Even the restless monsters in the gray fog have hidden away deeper into the darkness.

Only daring to peek through the cracks of debris with glowing eyes, staring at the corridor’s center in terror.

In their understanding, those two raging fighting figures are the most terrifying monsters in this space.

"Holy shit..."

Zhou Liang and several Special Search Team members hide behind a relatively intact shear wall, watching everything with throats continuously gulping.

As for the guard sitting paralyzed on the ground, he’s completely frightful and dumbfounded, eyes vacant, mouth agape, voiceless.

Cui Xiuying’s forehead is cut by flying debris, bleeding profusely.

She holds the unconscious Shijima Gorou tightly in her arms, trying to shield him with her frail body from the possible next impact.

As ordinary people, they’ve never seen such an exaggerated battle.

Cheng Jiashu stands alone in front, letting small debris hit his body.

Eyes locked onto the two battling figures.

He can see that the figure wearing the white Evil Ghost Mask is intentionally or unintentionally drawing the battlefield away from their direction.

On the other hand, the Noah Organization members are even more disheveled, scrambling like mice.

"Ouch!"

In the chaos, two people collide headfirst.

"Are you fucking blind?!"

Xu Hao curses irritably, then looks up to see it’s Chen Chen.

"Gang Leader?"

"Ah Hao?"

Both are stunned for a moment, then simultaneously shrink behind a collapsed concrete pillar.

Xu Hao’s face is deathly pale, his body trembling like chaff.

Liu Yu, who had been following behind, is long gone, perhaps blasted by the airwaves into some corner, already a corpse buried under the rubble.

He can’t afford to worship his boss for now.

Only frantically praying in his heart that these two masters will quickly end their powers and spare him, the innocent fish in a troubled pond.

Chen Chen slightly protrudes his head, watching the two figures fighting deep inside the building, eyes filled with astonishment.

Are these even human?

As the Gang Leader of the Red Tiger Gang, he’s seen some powerful individuals with supernatural abilities before.

He once thought, with enough preparation, hundreds of armed followers could take down an A-Class power user.

But now, witnessing such a godlike battle scene with his own eyes, he realizes how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

Against such monsters, a manpower strategy is but a suicidal farce.

Everyone hides behind their found shelters, gazing at those two figures in terror, hoping they stay as far away from them as possible.

They’re like the most efficient demolition teams.

The only difference being, demolition teams need jackhammers and hydraulic hammers to tear down buildings.

But these two monsters rely merely on their bodies.

In the ruins, steel bars twist, wall panels peel off